Marching Song

Marching Song - Esben and the Witch

Written by：Daniel Copeman/Rachel Davies/Thomas Fisher

In a wilderness of foggy thoughts

Battling with your minds retorts

And walking

On empty plains

Where desert's so calm

Even drowning rains

Soldier on to this

Marching song

Head held high

With eyes fixed strong

Drum beat died

Cymbal crash down

The mud it is thick with desires to drown

Your feet's in earth

Your boots are sinking

Sink with the memories of long lost thinking

And armies

Of many

Are fighting their fights

Lost in the blackness

They're losing their sights

Your veins are my trenches

My gun is my own

The whispers fall heavy with

Delicate moans

Arms and legs

Teeth and nail

Our fragile companions

Are destined to fail

For this battalion

Has been run through

Therefore captains and comrades

I bid you

All adieu